Jun 20, 2012
Aug 05, 2012
At 5:30 this morning I moved a badger off the road. I lifted him by his back paw, hoping desperately he wasn't actually dead and wanting to be ready to leap out of the way of his fury at being disturbed. He didn't move so I lay him under some bushes a way off and wished him peace now for his rest. He was solid and heavy and I imagined he would have been a fantastic gardener. I hope he was a grandfather badger so no one was depending on him and he'd lived a long, fulfilled life. Goodbye Badger.